Death Comes Home
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Written on April 15th 2025 for Kai Michael Neumann's Happily Discontent
Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north,
Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy.
Deafening, rolling thunder cracks
As a mysterious chill sends a shudder up my spine.
A faint knock rasps at my front door;
Whispers circulate, ringing through my walls,
Echoing my name ever so sinisterly.
For twenty and twenty years, I have been happily discontent,
Freezing my sins in lovely seclusion.
Now, a dank darkness drapes this dilapidated sanctuary.
Peering out the curtains, I see death's arrival—
Ruby red roses in my formerly lush garden
Crumbling to ash, fading into the earth.
Elongated fingers peek through the dubious haze.
A cackling booms.
To my right stands an ornate Victorian mirror.
Turning my head, I can see the flames of Hell rage.
What was once just a plane of glass
Has now become a beckoning portal.
Without hesitation, I rip it off the wall,
Smashing the omen, trying to escape an unfathomable fate.
Within seconds, it's fully reconstructed,
Signaling there is no reprieve.
Copyright © Sara Jama | Year Posted 2025
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